91 Fire shone in North's unseeing eyes as he turned towards the Doctor. "That will be enough, Doctor!" he snapped.
92 The Engineer's voice came back heavy, strong. "I have to restate my estimate, sir," he announced, "three weeks. We WILL be ready in three weeks!"
93 "It's all right, Engineer," North assured, "keep to your old schedule. Everything must be done right. Too many lives depend on it!"
94 "Dammit, it WILL be done right!" snapped the Engineer, "And it WILL be done in three weeks! Beg pardon sir, but don't tell me my business! I'M the Engineer!"
95 "Very well," North agreed. "Let's make rendezvous, gentlemen. Our ship needs these parts."
96 For the first time in many days North felt hope, hope that he and his crew would not be cut off from their companions for the rest of their days.
97 "Firing Control," he ordered, "as soon as there are some free people available, the bodies of the crew of this vessel are to be transferred with all military honors to appropriate storage compartments on our ship. I'm sure the droids have put them in some safe place."
98 "Affirmative, Commander," came a mechanical voice behind North. "They are in the forward storage compartment directly beneath. I do hope our embalming procedure and coffins were satisfactory. We had never done such a process before. But the instructions seemed quite clear."
99 "Doctor," requested North, "would you be so kind as to accompany this droid and check on their work?"
100 "Yes, sir!" the Doctor replied. She returned a few minutes later. "They did beautifully! They look almost as if I could open the tops and wake them up!"
101 "Good!" North praised, "Good!"
102 For the next few days life on the Morning Star was hectic, but after a while it slowed down. There

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